I made chicken for dinner last night.
Baby Monkey: What animal does chicken come from?
Me: Um…a chicken.
Baby Monkey: Yeah, but what animal does chicken come from.
Me: Sweetie, it comes from a chicken.
Baby Monkey: So, is chicken from a pig?
Me: No, honey. Chicken is from a chicken. Like, bock-bock-bock-bock chicken.
Baby Monkey: So, pigs eat chicken?
Me: No. No they don’t.
Baby Monkey: Do we eat chicken?
Me: Yes!
Baby Monkey: Maybe you could make chicken for dinner some night.
January 27, 2012
Conversations from my Dinner Table
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BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA !
Comment by Heather — January 27, 2012 @ 8:23 am |
I know, right? 🙂
Comment by abozza — January 27, 2012 @ 12:31 pm |
Hahahahaha – you poor thing. How many times have you had this convo?
Comment by Libby — January 27, 2012 @ 12:17 pm |
More times than I can count! 🙂
Comment by abozza — January 27, 2012 @ 12:31 pm |
great capture of dialogue. just perfect.
Comment by Mary Ann Reilly (@MaryAnnReilly) — January 27, 2012 @ 8:19 pm |
hahahah!! Absolutely love it! K
Comment by laura emily — January 27, 2012 @ 11:32 pm |
Oh. My. Gosh. This is priceless!
Comment by miq — January 29, 2012 @ 8:41 pm |
Thank you! He’s something else, my Baby Monkey! 🙂
Comment by abozza — January 29, 2012 @ 10:13 pm |